Hillbro, West Block!

On the dilapidated but clean streets, the residents of the neighborhood stood in twos and threes, looking at their new companions with trust and gratitude.

It was a group of about three hundred black men, dressed in cheap uniform uniforms, in ten rows, with their hands crossed behind their backs, standing motionless in the strong sunlight.

Gunther, from Stinkwater Street, was standing in the blazing sun, staring solemnly at the black procession in front of him.

The team in front of them was almost all from the indigenous people of Stinkwater Street, but since that unusual night, as the main force of the charge, when the order of the moldy people disappeared in this area, they moved to West Street and became the dominant ones here.

However, now the identity of these three hundred people is no longer ordinary residents, but as the defense force of the Truth Society, protecting everyone on West Street.

Although Stinkwater Street and West Street are both slum streets, the gap between the two is still very large.

Whether it is the living environment or the basic building facilities, I don't know how many times better than Stinky Water Street.

The people of the mold country took this place as their base camp, and when the official ignored them, in order to better develop and survive, it was these underground forces who did all kinds of evil to undertake the construction of facilities here.

However, no matter what, they are all vicious gang forces, and if they are willing to give a point, then it means that they have to get more from others.

As the price of living here, the poor people of West Street are oppressed even more heavily than Stinkwater Street.

People who live in a peaceful area cannot imagine what kind of life the people here live.

Whether it's Stinky Water Street, West Street, or Hilbro Neighborhood, the tragic fate of the people living here is actually fundamentally derived from the fate of this country or this continent.

Divide and turmoil, race and massacre, feudalism and superstition, poverty and backwardness, these are the enduring dim colors of this land.

In such an environment, there are such acts as the proliferation of guns, the rampant use of monopoly, human trafficking, slavery, etc., which are extremely evil in the eyes of ordinary people, but the locals have become commonplace and not worth mentioning.

For them, Gunther had defeated the Moldy Nations, but they had just changed to another group of people to oppress them, perhaps even more ruthlessly than before.

Surprisingly, however, this group of people who claim to be the Truth Society is much better than they imagined.

"Take a break!"

"Stand upright!"

As usual, after glancing around, the official committee Gunther under the eyes of the residents of West Street gave an order to make the team in front of him neat and orderly again.

Then, according to the results of the discussion with Luke and the others, he issued today's mission to the people of Stinkwater Street.

"Today's Assignment ......"

"Team 1, responsible for today's patrol!"

"The second team, responsible for today's cleanup!"

"The third team continues to be responsible for the construction of the broadcast line......

"In the process of the task, it is necessary to do the order and prohibition, act in an orderly manner, and the most important thing is not to disturb the people!"

"Do you understand?"

Gunther's stern eyes swept over everyone in front of him again.

"Resolutely carry out the order!"

A team of hundreds of people responded in unison, their voices revealing confidence and affirmation.

"All of them, each of them will lead the team to set off!"

Just as Gunther had arranged before, the three-hundred-strong team split into several squads in an instant, trotting out towards their respective mission destinations.

Along the way, these people always maintained a neat and uniform line, and started their mission today in the gradual sound of the horn on West Street.

And this scene is exactly what the original local residents of West Street were surprised at first, but then extremely grateful.

"May the truth bless them!"

On the street, a black woman who watched the team disperse from a distance silently said in her heart.

At this moment, not only her, but almost every local resident of West Street who saw this special team sent their blessings from afar.

In their minds, this gang had eradicated the moldy people and called themselves the new forces of the Truth Society, compared to all the gangs in the Silbro neighborhood, and what they were doing was nothing short of different.

During the half month that the Truth Society took control of West Street, they not only did not commit any offense against everyone on West Street, but also took the initiative to take on the defense and management of West Street.

If West Street used to be a quagmire of crime, then the current West Street, in just half a month, has become an unprecedented peaceful and safe neighborhood.

All evil deeds disappeared in this originally lawless land like autumn winds sweeping away leaves, leaving only the gradual restoration of order and vitality.

It all started with the horn sounding over West Street for a whole day.

That day was the first day the Truth Society was stationed on West Street, and the first thing they did was to put up a trumpet at the burned down base camp of the moldy people.

On the same day, from the repeated notices inside, everyone in this neighborhood learned something.

As long as the residents of West Street complete the information registration, they can be exempted from the monthly protection fee charged by the mold country gang, and their personal safety will be fully protected by the Truth Society.

At first, not many people believed these promises.

It wasn't until one time, when a dozen ordinary coolies on West Street were owed wages by a gang of underworld forces and seriously injured them, that they knew that the truth was serious.

On that day, many people on West Street watched as the black team went out in unison, chased down the enemy's lair, and not only recovered their wages, but also arrested all the men on West Street and put them on trial.

According to the oldest way, blood for blood made the gang pay the same price.

The impact of this incident on everyone in West Street is shocking and unprecedented.

Like a match falling into gasoline, the Truth Society and their deeds spread throughout West Street in a very short time.

For the first time in decades, they felt that justice was still there and that justice was not dead.

Since then, they have finally learned that as long as there is truth, no one can put a gun to their head at will, and they will no longer live a life of unknown life and death.

The most important premise of all these good expectations is to ensure that the truth will exist.

Pedestrians on the street were observing the scattered black team, while at the same time, in a four-story unfinished building, through the bare windows, Shen Sen was also watching the entire West Street.

"Wilson Gunther, you two did a good job!"

After a long time, Shen Sen turned around and looked at the two people standing behind him respectfully, without stinging in praise.

"This is all the guidance of you, sir, and the truth!"

"Everything is subject to your will!"

Gunther and Wilson bowed their heads, their attitudes becoming more and more humble.

Shen Sen smiled undeniably.

People are in the wasteland, just out of the gate of time and space, after a brief question about Wilson and a few people, he has an understanding of West Street, which has been separated for half a month.

The measures to restore order and build a psychic radio were steadily progressing according to his plan, but Shen Sen didn't expect that something unexpected would happen during the time he left the ninth district.

For example, those coolies are involved, but now it seems that Gunther and others have handled it very appropriately.

Not only did the people of West Street sincerely accept the existence of the Truth Society in a very short period of time, but they were also willing to take the initiative to learn the content of the spiritual broadcast.

In addition, the development he envisioned finally showed signs of this, and some residents of West Street began to lobby their relatives and friends to live in West Street.

Although they are all slums, West Street is protected by the Society of Truth, and the safety rate has reached the level of the wealthy area, which alone makes it more attractive than most neighborhoods in dire straits.

Without going through the telecast, but the affected people spontaneously advertised to attract more people to join the control of the Truth Society, the scenario that Shen Sen had envisioned finally took a small step forward.

"I'm here this time, and I need you to do something!"

Shen Sen said, took out a bulging snakeskin bag, and placed it on the table.

"Here are some gold and rough diamonds collected from the Mold Country Gang, you have found a few different places in the past few days, and exchanged these for money."

"Then, you can find a way to contact a well-equipped biological lab, and I will be of great use."

"Yes, we'll do it right away!"

"In addition to this, you guys find a way to find a few people!"

Shen Sen's expression was a little solemn, as if he had made a difficult decision.

"The best kind of heinous and sinful people!"

"As you wish......"

Gunther and Wilson didn't ask why, nodded their heads, and turned away, doing whatever it took for their lord to do whatever it took to get the job done.

In the silent room, only Shen Sen's face seemed to solidify into a statue under the staggered shadows of light and darkness, maintaining a movement unchanged for a long time.

……

Two days later, two pickup trucks set off from the 9th arrondissement, bypassing the high walls and arriving in the heart of Johannes.

Since the establishment of the Non-Southern Union, members from the neighboring federal states have begun to pour into this city, which was originally called particularly prosperous in the Philippines.

However, the overpopulation does not seem to have brought economic prosperity, but rather a decline and dilapidation of the city.

Shen Sen sat in the rickety car, he did not pay attention to the bustling buildings that he was tired of seeing in his previous life, but instead focused his eyes on the homeless people and pickpockets that could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

There are more than you can imagine, and it looks like a city that is about to be overrun by displaced people.

But that's exactly what he wants!

The pickup truck drove for a while and stopped at the door of a private hospital, Wilson opened the door, and Shen Sen, wearing a cheap suit he bought not long ago, got out of the car in front of the hospital.

Within a few minutes, I saw a white-skinned old man in a white coat, wearing gold-wire glasses, and a bald piece on the top of his head, hurriedly running out of the hospital gate, and after seeing Wilson, he instantly showed a greasy smile.

At the same time, Wilson stepped forward and shook the bald man's hand familiarly.

The man glanced at the people standing behind Wilson, his expression was a little nervous, but he still said to Wilson with confidence.

"I've got things ready, within two days, the laboratory will be at your disposal, and no one will disturb you, now it's time to hand over the other half of the usage fee to me!"

"Of course, that's what we said before!" Wilson smiled, but with a hint of playfulness in his expression.

"I will definitely hand over the rest of the money to you, but for the sake of safety, I would like to ask the doctor to spend these two days with us, and of course I will also pay the doctor you additional overtime pay, what do you think?"

"No, I don't want any overtime pay, I just want what I deserve." The bald doctor was a little excited, and his tone was full of anger.

"I think the doctor promised us!"

Shen Sen stepped forward, and in Gujing Wubo's eyes, surging spiritual energy surged out.

In just a few breaths, the bald man's face softened, and his mind seemed to change.

"Well, I'll go with you, but when it's over, I'll have to pay another twenty percent more."

"Yes, I promise you!"

Shen Sen controlled the spiritual energy, deepening his influence on the bald man in front of him little by little.

Time was a little rushed, and he didn't have time to completely transform the bald doctor's consciousness, but it was still possible to influence some of the decisions.

As long as you go to the laboratory, it's easy to do anything.

"Bring your stuff and let's go!"

Shen Sen greeted the bald man and walked into the hospital.

After about ten minutes, they arrived at a biology lab with decent specifications.

"This is the laboratory, and everything is basically complete......"

The bald man was just about to introduce him, but before he finished his words, he felt that his eyes were dark and fainted.

Shen Sen withdrew his hand and dragged the bald man up with his other hand.

"Wilson and Gunther stay, the others go outside to guard, and if there is a situation, report it immediately, and no one is allowed to come in!"

After giving the order, Shen Sen took the two of them and the bald doctor who had passed out into the laboratory. As the heavy iron door was closed, a pitch-black space-time portal appeared in the laboratory.

After a few shuttles, there were three more unidentified men who had passed out in the lab, as well as a strange guest from outer space in a red vest.

On the top of the chitin head, two slender tentacles swayed slightly, and the red vest turned around, taking a general look at this unfamiliar space.

"Human, is it right here?" A hoarse voice seemed to come from the chest cavity of the red vest.

"Well, the preliminary work should be completed here, and I will find a way to find another place for you later!"

"Of course you can here, after all, the preliminary work is very simple, you only need enough experimental samples to accumulate data!"

Shen Sen couldn't see any expression on his face, he waved his hand and commanded Wilson and the two to carry the three bodies of unknown origin into the experimental area.

The red vest followed him, followed closely behind, and walked into this silver-white space full of cold instruments.

……